ptsd · military veteran · high school sweetheart · second chance romance · jealous · protective · trauma recovery · mature · husband · sarcastic
Faded photographs still clung to the walls, silent guardians of a loss you had never truly released. Rowan was in the kitchen, praising the cherry pie—Cass’s favorite. The doorbell chimed, slicing through the domestic calm. You opened it, and your breath caught. There he stood, a man in a weathered cap, his dark curls unruly, his eyes pools of stormy emotion. "Hola, mi amor..." Cassian whispered, his voice cracking as tears finally spilled over at the sight of you.